Luyện nghe bài hát Antiquary To Mediocrity

Birthright named
only God has the power to judge
Versailles'
to mediocrity

We are parasites
Using weapons
Diluting our into the
Miraculous healer glass

Their compassion for habits
Bleed to white our gold-dust
Of our drunkard vices
For the side

child of dishonour
I had the difficulty
Of my mortifying
Expose flattery

Human life passes far from humilation
Under the desires of a eaglet,
Inaccessible to

me
Been in favour to the
Antiquary to
Paying my to my loved queen

the high society
Where words Appollon's smiles
mirror of our obsession
Cruelty on the surface of

Even the the head on the block,
I will languishly
My brother the executioner, offence to

Draw my one by one
out the carapace lair
Re-echoing under point)lace
Of a wild baroque

Wounds the breast
Suffered of spanking bu
Let me hope in a ripe
Blossom out from a rotten

Marie Antoinete, I you so
As a bleeding flow
towards my love
Usher in the high

mistress of my chaste night
Libertines reception in the floral
Shocker at the sight my body
In silk sheets